I just recalled this blog today and realized it was a completely fruitless battle hahahah.

Fun a day, 1st week.

March 1, 2010

“A wife must have three great attributes: intelligence, a swiss army knife, and charm.

March 2, 2010

“My favorite color is florescent beige.”

March 3, 2010

“If I could be a backstreet lurker, I’d make more money, and have more fun.”

March 4, 2010

“No matter how we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition.”

March 5, 2010

“To the death of Irony!”

March 6, 2010

“In the first moment of waking up she knows she's losing it”

March 7, 2010

“This was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.”

March 8, 2010

“There's a compelling frictionlessness about the local TV reporters, all of whom have short blond hair and vaguely orange makeup. A vividness. I keep feeling a queer urge to vote for them for something.”

+1 Marisa: Messenger Bags

A got me a bag for Xmas. I got to design it. Thanks, Lauren, vicariously!

PHL = NYC

Despite what was previously inferred, Pavement's coming to Philly too.

Day 2

+1 PHL: Fun-a-Day

There is probably a rip-off of this in NYC, but a group in Philly started Fun-a-Day a couple years ago. Every day for the month of January a bunch of people do an art project every day, and then sometime around mid-February there is a show in a local gallery (these days usually Studio 34). Its always really fun and interesting to see what people come up with. Like drawings of noses.

Anyway, this is all to say that A&M, though a couple months late, are doing our own Fun-a-Day. And we're going to post them here just to prove how awesome we are. Here's the deal: each day someone picks a quote and we each have to make something from it. A's doing photography with his new fancy camera and M is making postcards from her vast collection of artsy bullshit.

DAY 1: "A wife must have 3 great attributes: intelligence, a swiss army knife and charm."

Brooklyn Apartments that are Too Fucking Nice: +1 NYC

stock photo from apartment therapy.

I was really hungover yesterday. Like, I want to go back to my bed in my family's house hungover. Either that, or I could go to a really decadent apartment. A friend was co-hosting a cocktail party. Yes, more drinking. Yet, Carroll Gardens ... I was intrigued.

It paid off. It was pulchritudinous (looked that one up). There were lots of candles. There was beautiful wood. It was warm. There were hors d'œuvres (looked that one up too). Well-proportioned cocktails were handed to me by the co-host. The conversation was pleasant.

It was disgusting. It was perfect. I didn't feel the need to go home anymore; I was practically there.